The man with chiseled features like a sculpture put on a navy cap from a certain country and smiled faintly, "As long as Cheng Guodong can no longer conduct his business overseas, giving you a little island as a laboratory base is no problem."
"It’s a deal!" The man wearing the Ghost Face Mask extended his hand.
They clapped hands to seal the pact.
Cheng Guodong received news that a batch of problematic strawberries had been found on the ship.
The strawberries had uneven, black spots on their surface, completely concealing any place where poison might have been injected with a needle.
After the lab rats ate the strawberries, they didn’t immediately die but instead showed symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea, similar to food poisoning.
On the surface, it looked like the result of excessive pesticide use.
Proper treatment would prevent death, but if delayed, there might be a small chance of it turning fatal.
Once these fruits reached the market in the neighboring country and caused deaths... it was unthinkable.
The reputation of Hua Country would plummet.
No matter how wealthy Cheng Guodong was now, when bilateral relations are harmed, all that money wouldn’t be enough to cover it!
At that time, don’t count on overseas business, and even domestic special supplies would stop, as people would boycott any product from his company if they discovered it could kill.
The mighty structure would collapse!
Cheng Guodong received a call from the military department.
"Let it go, abandon the thought of entering the overseas market. Aren’t you doing well enough already?"
Cheng Guodong laughed, "As you said, I’m not lacking anything now, and it’s dull."
"Are you persisting?"
In a deep voice, Cheng Guodong replied, "Someone must be the pioneer, even if it’s daunting. I want to change ’developing’ to ’developed.’"
Silence persisted on the other end of the line.
With bitterness, Cheng Guodong asked, "Do you also think... it’s impossible?"
A gentle sigh echoed from the other end, "It’s tough, but I believe one day it can be accomplished."
Cheng Guodong’s ships entered the Europe and America market; the fresh, cheap fruits drove a buying frenzy.
In the fruit market, on supermarket counters, fruits from Hua Country sold out, while local fruits from Europe and America, or rare fruits imported from some relatively better-off country, lay quietly on the shelves.
In the Y State market, women from some relatively better-off country entered the supermarket—it was the hot summer season, and watermelons were indeed a hot-selling item, but their high prices meant women wouldn’t buy a whole one but just a slice or, at most, half if money allowed.
Yet today was different—shortly after entering the supermarket, women emerged with whole watermelons in their hands!
Watermelons from Hua Country, big, sweet, and cost-effective.
On usual days, only at the price of one quarter of a watermelon, now they could buy a whole one.
In the sweltering summer, ordinary families from that relatively better-off country finally could eat watermelons to their heart’s content.
The man with chiseled features took off the navy cap and fiercely flung it.
It hit the Ghost Face Mask.
"It failed! You can forget about getting the little island, and the underground lab you secretly established in my country, I’ll send people to take it down completely!"
"We can still negotiate, I have other ways..."
"Shut up! I won’t trust you anymore!"
Under the guise of "Peace," turbulent undercurrents surged.
Yet all this seemed distant and irrelevant to the well-fed and contented Xiao Zaizai.
Little Taotie was eating chilled watermelon, eyes curving with happiness, dimples deep, mouth tinged with red watermelon juice, and a watermelon seed stuck on his fair face.